Haggis Hill

Here's an adventure that I alluded to way back in the post about breakfast. I was eager to write about it back then, but I was waiting to get some pictures from my companions first. Unfortunately, I forgot to save my own pictures online before handing in my rental laptop, so I have even less material to work with than before. Anyway, here's an excerpt from the breakfast post to jog your memory:

Breakfast 3: Haggis Heroes
The third breakfast came with a side of expeditionary bravado. Not only did it come with haggis, but the meal was the preamble to my spontaneous mountain climbing plan. While touring a castle the day prior, I saw a really cool hill-mountain-thing off in the distance, and declared that I was going to walk to it and then climb on top of it. I captured the imaginations of two others, and this grand adventure was set in stone. Time for a breakfast of champions. Better make it an English breakfast.

Well, the plan went forward. After breakfast, we bought some water and sandwiches, stuffed them in backpacks, and started walking across town toward the hill. We decided to first claim a closer bit of high ground so we could better plan our approach. There were some very old looking structures up there, including a group of pillars supporting nothing but the clouds. This was the vantage point for the photo in the breakfast excerpt.

Before I get too far, let me give my fellow explorers a quick biography. First is Ryan G. He was known as Ryan G because that is the extent of his name that he divulges on facebook. This is the portrait that Ryan G has chosen for his facebook profile. He's a good guy, positive attitude, and he'll be living on the same hall as me for the next year at NCSU.

This second fellow is Brett Pearce. He is a gung-ho football player turned NASA employee. When he hears an aircraft, he looks up, period. This picture is the most representative out of those he has chosen for his profile. Brett is all about power, preparedness, and testosterone in general, to the exclusion of social trifles.

It was with these two gentlemen that I struck out for adventure. We rambled through town in the right general direction while Brett discussed the optimal ways of blinding and maiming football opponents. Apparently it's not good to have a smear of icy hot across your forehead when sweat is pouring down your face. What a sport. When we reached the foot of our impressive hill, we found that there was a paved path almost all the way up. How very offensive. We immediately strode off through the grass to find our own way.

The nice thing about this hill is that it's very tall and completely clear of trees and thick brush. We had complete freedom to explore and pick our own pitch and terrain. It's also quite nice to track and appreciate your progress through the entire hike. Sometimes walking through a corridor of trees starts to feel like a road trip to the beach. Are we there yet? On Haggis Hill, you're always there, and you're always loving it.

After we got to the top, we went down into a breezy saddle of grass to eat lunch in the sun. Then we walked down to a plateau and traced the edge of a cliff. It was along this cliff that I snapped my own facebook profile picture. Beauty and sunshine under a dark, ominous cloud. Sounds like a vague and pretentious metaphor, but no angst intended; I just like the picture.

On the way back, that cloud opened up and armed the wind with shockingly cold rain. Fortunately, we were all carrying warmth from hiking about, and everybody was in the mood to laugh. We stood at the edge of that cliff and watched the rain whip around the mountain. Then the weather slapped me. A gust of wind blew sharply up and over the edge of the cliff and caught me across the face with a sheet of rain. It was an icy wet slap, and I was quite affronted, but what can you do. The sun came back out on our return walk through town, and all was forgiven.